*Nickolas Pov*
The room was silent, and the only sound was the ticking of the handclock on the wall. I stood near the window and pressed my phone into my ear as I listened to the voice at the other end.
"Я не прошу милости, я предлагаю сделку." (I’m not asking for mercy, I’m offering a deal.) My tone was firm.
There was a pause, the other end was silence before the reply came. "Ты думаешь, что у тебя есть что-то, что меня интересует?" (Do you think you have something that interests me?) He asked.
I exhaled, and gripped the phone tighter. "Ты напал на мою стаю, но мы оба знаем, что война не в твоих интересах." (You attacked my pack, but we both know war isn’t in your best interest.) I replied to him.
He was silent again. I could hear the rustling of movement at the other end, like so
